On trembling knees
Unbinds what once we could not see
Reaching out into pitch black
Alone, and asking nothing back
Grants us all we’ll
Ever need: our perfect, moving own two feet.
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Breathe in the day,
Rich and raw, waiting for you to see
Everything it holds; how it
Awaits your gentle molding — your
Touch alone. Every line of your fingerprint.
Hands such as yours were meant to sculpt
Every moment sits… and waits.
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